The Unpredictable Fury of Yixiya

Yu Lian was filled with regret. Why had she been so talkative, continuing to bring up that matter and provoke Yixiya’s already fragile heart?

The plan was important.

Yet, compared to a precious life, it truly didn’t matter in the slightest!

Tilting her head, as if the events of a few days prior were replaying, Yu Lian successfully dodged the stab of the scissors in Yixiya’s hand, her heart pounding.

‘Good heavens, this is quite thrilling,’ she thought.

Facing Yixiya, she saw that the latter seemed to have completely ‘blackened’ at that moment, her eyes sinister, terrifying, and bloodshot.

“You want to break us apart…”

“You vixen, you still want to break us apart.”

“I knew it, I’ve known it all along. Your heart hides a cunning desire to monopolize Ya’er. You want to drive me away, then take Ya’er for yourself, living a life of sweet happiness together.”

“You wicked woman!”

“I see right through you.”

“You won’t succeed! Watch me kill you now and reclaim my Ya’er!”

Black mist once again materialized from above Yixiya’s head, as if a woman’s distorted face was forming, poised to bite Yu Lian below.

Yu Lian swallowed hard.

‘My goodness, this concentration of black mist far surpasses Lingyi’s red aura. Look, isn’t that manifest face of black mist Yixiya herself?’ she thought.

Without time for further thought, Yu Lian extended her hands, attempting to grasp the black mist. However, why was the black mist soft and warm? She focused her gaze.

‘Hiss, I grabbed the wrong thing,’ she realized.

What black mist was this?

The black mist still hovered above Yixiya’s head. What Yu Lian had seized was the other party’s warm, living heart.

“Well… um, I can explain.”

Yu Lian awkwardly retracted her hands.

Having been grabbed like that, Yixiya seemed to regain some clarity. She stared at the scissors in her hand and the punctured pink bedsheet beneath, remaining dazed for a moment. Then, with a furious glare, she shouted at Yu Lian, “You, you, you… you dared to assault me! A place Ya’er hasn’t even touched, and you dare… you dare…”

“Aaaah!”

“Unforgivable! I’ll cut off both of your hands!”

That sacred place had been defiled, touched by a vixen who was her love rival. It was no longer pure and clean. Even washing away the non-existent marks with water wouldn’t erase the lingering sensation of that touch from her heart; it couldn’t be thoroughly obliterated.

Boom—

The black mist face solidified even further.

Yu Lian trembled. ‘I truly didn’t mean to,’ she thought, but the immediate crisis hadn’t passed. The scissors sliced through the air with a sharp snick, incredibly fast, grazing her face and severing several strands of hair.

Danger!

The other party was now serious.

‘This speed… if I hadn’t trained just now and made significant progress, wouldn’t I have fallen here, fallen by these scissors?’ she mused.

Yu Lian’s mind raced, considering a countermeasure. To stop the other party, it seemed she would have to resort to force. Relying solely on words would clearly not succeed; it would only further enrage her.

‘Alright, it’s time to test the results of my training,’ she decided. ‘Miss Yixiya, I apologize, if I hurt you…’

Thwack—

Her body, which hadn’t fully sat up, was pressed back onto the bed by Yixiya. A soft, yielding sensation came from behind, causing Yu Lian to bounce several times.

Yu Lian was dumbfounded.

‘No, I can take on ten Second Young Ladies right now, so how are you even stronger than the Second Young Lady?’ she wondered. ‘No, this isn’t right!’

What had gone wrong?

This immense psychological disparity left Yu Lian unable to accept it for a moment. She had grown stronger, only to be easily suppressed again. Was Yixiya simply too overwhelmingly powerful?

Yu Lian didn’t realize that no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t transform from a defenseless girl into someone capable of subduing Yixiya just by doing ten push-ups. After all, it was simply unrealistic.

The scissors plunged into the bedsheet. Yixiya leaned down, smiling morbidly. “Try struggling again, and see if I won’t ‘thank’ you properly.”

Yu Lian dared not move. No, she couldn’t move, because Yixiya was sitting on her, gripping both her wrists with her left hand, while her right hand was wrapped around her throat, slowly tightening.

She tried to kick up her legs to break free, but Yixiya’s right hand tightened abruptly, draining the strength from Yu Lian’s body. Her tongue lolled out like a sedated kitten, looking utterly pathetic.

Now, she couldn’t even speak.

For the first time, Yu Lian felt such despair.

Lingyi wasn’t here, and she was subdued by Yixiya. Who could save her now? The maids outside the door? They were probably sent away when Yixiya entered.

“Ugh… ugh…”

Her breathing air diminished, and Yu Lian’s face turned purplish-red, but she continued her last, greatest resistance. ‘At least, let me say one last word,’ she pleaded internally. ‘To die like this would be too ignoble.’

Suddenly, fresh air flooded into Yu Lian’s nostrils, revitalizing her nearly suffocated lungs. She gasped for breath, coughing.

“You’re… not killing me anymore?”

This sudden turn of events caught Yu Lian off guard. She could breathe fresh air again, not because she had done anything, but because Yixiya had voluntarily released her.

“Never mind, I suddenly don’t want to kill you anymore.” Yixiya withdrew the scissors from the bedsheet, got off Yu Lian, and sat with her arms wrapped around her knees, silently staring at a certain spot.

Yu Lian rubbed her neck and glanced at the top of Yixiya’s head. The black mist had dispersed, no longer hovering there. It seemed the crisis was over, and she finally felt relieved.

She spread her body out in a large ‘X’ shape.

She had gone limp.

Both her body and heart had gone limp. Miss Yixiya’s moods were unpredictable; one moment she wanted to violently kill, the next she had a change of heart and didn’t, making her utterly unfathomable.

She was ‘adorable’ to an exorbitant degree.

“Did you and Ya’er formally marry?”

Why did she suddenly ask that? Yu Lian didn’t quite understand, but she still nodded honestly, exhaling. “Yes, we’re married.”

Yixiya silently rose, walked to the table, and picked up a red bridal veil lying casually on it.

Yu Lian turned her head to look.

‘Hm?’ she wondered. ‘Is she concerned about this?’

Seeing Yixiya silently gazing at the red veil, Yu Lian suddenly understood: that red veil had saved her. Although she didn’t know the full situation, Yu Lian decided not to ask any more questions. Otherwise, being too talkative would lead to the same fate as before.

“This red veil was a gift I gave to Ya’er, and I wove it with my own hands.”

Yixiya’s hand, holding the red veil, tightened.

“I had hoped this red veil would be worn by me or her, but I never expected it would ultimately be worn by you.”

Her tone carried sadness, reluctance, and, more than anything, a sense of profound loss.

Try to imagine: if you give a wedding ring to someone you love, and that person publicly places the ring you gave them on the hand of another love rival, how suffocating and painful that feeling would be.

Yu Lian’s heart felt heavy, an indescribable feeling. She couldn’t shake the sense that she had wronged the other party, even though she had said and done nothing.